Page 121 of Monstrous Serpent

“Get him on your cock, his back to your chest,” Hunter says.

Atlas breaks the kiss and winks. “Bet this is going to be fun.”

I snort, stand, and face Hunter. He’s already naked from the waist down. But the T-shirt has to go. When I reach for the hem, he grabs my wrist. My brows furrow.

A muscle near his eye twitches, then he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. He releases my wrist, then pulls his shirt off himself.

My gaze drops from his face to his bare chest, and every muscle in my body tenses, throat tightening.

Scars cut across his entire torso in ugly, uneven lines. Not clean like a knife. Worse. Jagged white tracks that are broken up by deeper puckered marks. I reach out, running my fingertips along one of the lines. “Who did this?”

“Not now.”

Atlas grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap. “Ready for me?”

“I, uh, yeah.” But I look up at Hunter, at his chest. At the scars.

Atlas brushes his lips against the shell of my ear. “He’ll tell you later when he’s ready. But right now, we need you.”

“Okay.” The words are barely a whisper.

Gripping the base of Atlas’s dick, I slowly lower myself onto him. Fuck, I forgot how big he is. Forgot the burn at the start, the way my body fights before it opens.

“Eyes on me.” Hunter’s voice is deep and gravelly.

My eyes lock with his dark ones, and I bear down, taking more of Atlas in until my ass meets his thighs. My hole clenches around him, making the hot stretch sharper. Fuck. There is no way I’m supposed to feel this full and still be breathing.

“Jesus, Little J,” Atlas groans, wrapping both arms around me, trapping mine against my sides. “Your greedy little hole just took every inch of my cock.”

“Shut up.” My head drops back against his shoulder, sweat already slicking my spine. “And stop talking about my ass like it has a personality.”

Hunter kicks Atlas’s legs wider, drops to his knees, then swallows me down.

“Oh fuck!” My toes curl, balls pulling up tight. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

He growls around me, and the vibration shoots straight through my dick and into the base of my spine. He pulls back, tongue dragging along the underside, lips tight around the head, before sinking back down until I hit his throat.

My arms strain against Atlas’s hold, but he doesn’t give me an inch. I can’t grab Hunter’s hair. Can’t brace on the couch. Can’t do shit except take it as Hunter’s mouth works me over.

Too much. Way too fucking much.

Atlas thrusts up, the angle perfect. He does it again. And again. Each time more brutal than the last. “Fill his mouth, Little J.”

I shake my head from side to side. “I . . . I . . .”

A moan tears out of me, loud enough that their entire floor must hear, every muscle in my body contracting. I come before I can even warn Hunter, spilling into his mouth.

Hunter doesn't stop. He keeps sucking, rough and relentless, until my thighs are shaking and I'm whimpering from the overstimulation. When he finally pulls off, he leans over me, gripping Atlas’s jaw with one hand, and squeezes until his mouth opens.

My dick twitches, and my breath catches because I just came ten seconds ago, and I'm already getting hard again watching Hunter feed Atlas my cum as if it belongs to them both.

Atlas whines, his hips snapping up harder, faster, each uneven stroke dragging through me at a different angle. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—”

“Not yet.” Hunter grabs the second condom and steps back. He opens the foil, rolls it on, then coats himself with lube. “I want you to feel both of us, Little Titan. Think you can do that?”

My brows furrow, brain still offline.

Both of them—ohhhh, fuuuck.